Room 401, Friday Morning

[dollpocalypse]

All in all, it was a good thing that Alec didn't seem to be around this week, because it allowed for Topher the gopher to sit on his bed, contentedly destroying his pillowcase.

Wait, maybe that meant that it wasn't such a good thing. But Topher appreciated it, at least. He had paws and claws and was appreciating the chance to get to use them before they went away. In fact, he was working kind of hard on using his claws to scratch up Alec's pillow in the shape of the helmet from the bad guy from Space Battles. Once he thought he had it for the most part, he squeaked for Victor's attention to show off his handiwork, tilting his little gopher head as if to ask Nice, right?

Still. He was becoming pretty bored with being a gopher. Was this going to be over soon?

[[for guess-who!]]

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[ultron_junior]

Victor hesitated. "Do you really want me to answer that?"

The lizard won, come on.

[dollpocalypse]

For sure. It wasn't even a question. "...No," Topher sighed after giving it some thought. "But I used to have a lizard and it peed in my hand a lot, FYI."

[ultron_junior]

"Ew," Victor decided. "I guess now Gert owes Bay, like, a lot." He scratched at the back of his neck. "Thanks for not peeing on me?"

That sounded very weird.

[dollpocalypse]

"Anytime," Topher replied brightly, undeterred by the weirdness. "She owes me too if -- oh, wait, ew, what if she turns back in my bed?"

Newly clothed, he surfaced from Alec's blankets. "You think she'd be up for buying me a new bed?"

[ultron_junior]

"With all the money she doesn't have, yeah," Victor said dryly. "I think your bed will be safe."